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hrm.
This week's FarscapeFriday challenge was 'domestication'. This kinda fits the bill, but it's not a drabble, and it's a crossover.
"This is my newest specimen, isn't she lovely?"
The minister cleared his throat, eyed the strangely painted woman. "Erm, Mr. Chase..."
"Please, Minister, call me Harrison." The tones were calm and to anyone else, sane. "But, let me tell you of her."
"What is she?"
"She is a plant. I thought, at first, that she was simply an illusion, a mirage. That colouring, brighter than a hundred delphiniums, and patterned like the falling of the sea."
"Mr. Chase, I believe--"
"Minister."
The minister sighed, "What do you call her?"
"Call her? Ah, I suppose that would be telling. She has a unique quality, my new plant." Chase paused, and his lips pulled back along teeth which might have been sharpened and filed. "She eats."
"Eats?" The minister paused, taking in the slowly blossoming flowers along the woman's skin. It was a truly bizarre sight.
"Flesh. Starve her, and she becomes insatiable in her desire for the flesh of animals."
"Mr. Chase? The flowers are bursting." The minister sneezed, his voice thickening as the pollen over-took his lungs, clogging them with a sickly sweet and spicey scent.
"Aren't they beautiful?"
The world was tilting on the minister, he was becoming increasingly disturbed at the red-eyed glint in Chase's eyes. And then the woman's eyes snapped open, and he found that hers were even more red.
"I call her, simply, Venus."
"Venus?"
"As in venus fly-trap. Except that my Venus eats men."
Sneezing more and more, the minister turned horrified eyes to the man speaking. "Men?"
"Yes." Casually, Chase reached out and planted his hand on the minister's chest, and pushed. "You see, minister, you're not quite as amenable to persuasion as your predecessor. She's so wonderfully domesticated, isn't she?"
Eyes red with a hunger he'd never seen before. "Mr. Chase!"
"Give my regards to Scorby," Chase whispered softly.
The red eyes bled to a serene blue for the merest instant. And then they were gone, golden lights blinding in his own eyes as hands fastened around his throat.
"Fleshhhh."
"This is my newest specimen, isn't she lovely?"
The minister cleared his throat, eyed the strangely painted woman. "Erm, Mr. Chase..."
"Please, Minister, call me Harrison." The tones were calm and to anyone else, sane. "But, let me tell you of her."
"What is she?"
"She is a plant. I thought, at first, that she was simply an illusion, a mirage. That colouring, brighter than a hundred delphiniums, and patterned like the falling of the sea."
"Mr. Chase, I believe--"
"Minister."
The minister sighed, "What do you call her?"
"Call her? Ah, I suppose that would be telling. She has a unique quality, my new plant." Chase paused, and his lips pulled back along teeth which might have been sharpened and filed. "She eats."
"Eats?" The minister paused, taking in the slowly blossoming flowers along the woman's skin. It was a truly bizarre sight.
"Flesh. Starve her, and she becomes insatiable in her desire for the flesh of animals."
"Mr. Chase? The flowers are bursting." The minister sneezed, his voice thickening as the pollen over-took his lungs, clogging them with a sickly sweet and spicey scent.
"Aren't they beautiful?"
The world was tilting on the minister, he was becoming increasingly disturbed at the red-eyed glint in Chase's eyes. And then the woman's eyes snapped open, and he found that hers were even more red.
"I call her, simply, Venus."
"Venus?"
"As in venus fly-trap. Except that my Venus eats men."
Sneezing more and more, the minister turned horrified eyes to the man speaking. "Men?"
"Yes." Casually, Chase reached out and planted his hand on the minister's chest, and pushed. "You see, minister, you're not quite as amenable to persuasion as your predecessor. She's so wonderfully domesticated, isn't she?"
Eyes red with a hunger he'd never seen before. "Mr. Chase!"
"Give my regards to Scorby," Chase whispered softly.
The red eyes bled to a serene blue for the merest instant. And then they were gone, golden lights blinding in his own eyes as hands fastened around his throat.
"Fleshhhh."
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Hrm. I need to write more DW....
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